[H1][B][color=yellow][center]Omega[/center][/color][/b][/h1]

As Omega was flying out of San Francisco, he spotted something unusual. The lights that were normally lit in the city flickered. Even worse vehicles seemed to have stopped suddenly.

"What the..." He said before a commercial aircraft flew downward towards the city. "Shit, not now!" He said as he flew towards it as fast as he could. "Come on, faster." He coached himself as he reached both hands out to use his TK to lift the aircraft. He grunted as he fought with itsome weight and gravity itself. 

"Omega..." a feminine voice called from what seemed to be close. It was familiar though. "Calculating a 40% chance of saving all passengers." The voice spoke again. "More strength is needed." Omega looked at the bracers on his wrists and nodded.

"Fuck it!" He shouted as he guided the aircraft beneath him. Omega reached his hands up to grasp the aircraft .

"77%"

Omega pushed both his powers to the limit as he attempted to guide the aircraft to the ocean. 

"89%"

The man'sounded face scrunched up as he struggled. [i]I can do this! I can!!![/i] His mind roared with his voice as he looked at the seemingly endless blue waters. 

"94%. You are using 97% of your maximum output." 

The Metas began to scream in agony as ship was now gliding over the ocean. The muscles in his left arm tore, causing the plane to tilt to his now weakened side. With one last ounce of strength he used his TK to give the plane a softer landing as he hit the water. The plane hit the top of his head, knocking him under.

"97% of the passengers have survived. Two small lifeform was killed from the pressure caused by rapid decent. Your vitals indicate that you have 31%... error. 45%... error. 67%... error..."

[i]How am I healing so fast.[/i] Omega burst from the ocean before floating away from the plane that was now using its flotation devices. [i]They'll live... Now I can leave... I think.[/i] The exhausted meta mumbled as he floated away slowly.